The rest of the week seemed to fly by.
"We need to go shopping for tonight," Charlotte told me on our way to lunch.
She took me by suprise. "Now?" I asked.
"Yeah, we have 2 hours until our next class... and I know for a fact you don't have anything sitting in your closet that is college party worthy," She smirked. She wasn't wrong, I had been contemplating over what I was going to wear all week, but I knew if I went shopping with Charlotte she'd want me to dress like her and her friends.
Though, I really needed an outfit.
"Okay, yeah lets go now," I said.
She smiled before grabbing my arm and dragging me to Niall's car.
"Are we aloud to take Niall's car?" I asked stopping in my tracks. This was a very nice car, and even if Charlotte and him were good friends I wasn't sure he'd want her taking his car without permission.
"Of course, it's more like the groups car. We all pitched in to help pay for it," She said.
"Oh," Was all I said, even though it was a smart idea.
"Shit," She mumbled.
"Whats wrong?"
She began digging around in her purse. "I can't find the key,"
"Let me help you,"
I grabbed her purse from her and she grabbed her coat and we both searched franticlly for the keys. After being unsuccesful I asked her, "Where did you last have them?"
She put down her coat and turned to me. "I think.. I had them..." She started to bite her nails to help her think. Then she sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"I left them at-"
"Looking for these?" She was interupted. We both turned to see Harry standing close by with two silver keys dangling from his grip. A long smirk on his lips.
Charlotte sighed. "Harry's dorm," She finished.
I didn't dare make eye contact with him, knowing it would only start something. I simply held out my hand to him staring at the keys.
"What?" He asked. This time I couldn't help but look up at him.
"Can we have the keys?" I said through a forced smile. I just wanted him to leave.
He laughed, and my smile fell. I turned to Charlotte who looked utterly bored with him being here.I knew she wasn't going to start something with him, so I had to get the keys myslef. I wasn't scared.
I reached out to snatch the keys from his grip. but he pulled them high over his head. I rolled my eyes. He was enjoying this.
"You want them?" He asked me. A playful look in his eye.
"Then come and get them,"
He brough the keys down to his waist and pulled his pants forward before dropping the keys into his boxers. My expression changed from bored to horrified.
He must be joking. I didn't have time for his stupid games. How immature. He couldn't go one second without being a total jerk. I was not about to stick my hands down his shorts for anything. Because that's exactly what he wanted. He was laughing by now. I turned to Charlotte who was still leaning agianst the car, and before I could think I grabbed her hand and started walking towards the curb away from Harry. But I made sure he heard what I was telling her.
"My brother can just take us, it's no big deal," I got one last look at Harry before turning the corner. His mouth was in a straight line, and his fist were clenched to his sides. He was looking straight at me, and for a second I was scared of him. But I refused to let him have that hold over me, so I broke our gaze and pulled Charlotte towards my brothers car.
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"No,"
"But Addison-"
"I said no,"
Addison's car had been exactly where I'd thought it be, and only a few minutes after we came to it he walked out to find us there. He was being difficult.
He had turned to get into the drivers seat before I grabbed his arm stopping him.
"You owe me," I told him.
He looked at me for the first time, he was angry, but I didn't care. He did owe me, and it wasn't that big of a deal that we were wanting a ride. It wasn't like he had somewhere to be.
He sighed before yanking his arm from my grip. "Get in," Was all he said but I gave him a small hug, even though he hated them.
Charlotte and I both got in the back as Addison pulled out of the gates of Rochester.
The mall was crowded.
I had tried to get Addison to stay in the car but he said he needed a few things too, which was a lie, but I didn't question him. Charlotte had pulled me into a number of stores that fit her category of clothing, begging me to try some of their clothes on. But I refused her. After she had picked out a mini black skirt with a black tank with tears in the back reveling her bra, and tall black pumps, I dragged her into a store that better fit my style.
Addison was always stalking behind us, not saying a word. I tried to ignore him.
"Your brothers hot," Charlotte whispers through the clothes rack.
"Charlotte! He is not!" I couldn't help but laugh. And soon we were both laughing. I had missed this, girl time. A friend.
"You only say that becaouse he's your brother Bethany," She explained.
I simply shook my head and began looking over the clothes again.
After while, Charlotte came up to me with a dress. It was black, simple. A little too short for my taste, but flattering. I gave in and tried it on. I looked like a hooker, but a classy hooker. I wasn't used to exposing this much skin, but Charlotte swore it was cleaner than what most of the girls were going to wear.
"It's perfect Bethany, now hurry and get it we only have half an hour to get back," She said before heading out the door of the dressing room. I wasn't totally in love with the outfit, but I didn't have a choice really. I would wear a jacket over it. And maybe some tights. And gloves.
Addison was waiting by the car when we reached it. He seemed annoyed.
"About time," He spat. I ignored him as Charlotte and I climbed into the back.
"What were you shopping for anyway?" He asked. I froze. But before I could come up with an excuse, Charlotte spoke.
"We had to clothes for Louis's party tonight," She said matter of factly.
Addison's hands tightened on the wheel.
"Louis who?"
"Tomlinson of course,"
The car pulled to an abrupt stop as the words left Charlotte's mouth.
